Desserts
A/N: I had a lot of readers who were sad that Cake ended, and I felt for them. I was sad it ended too! But I really didn't want to jump the shark and as I was trying to map out more of the story it started to feel like I would. But Fern Farrow had a wonderful idea for one-shots of this AU, and I love it! I had so many ideas that just didn't fit into the original story and so I give you Desserts! This will be all of those ideas I couldn't get into Cake before it ended. They're in no particular order but they all revolve around the Cake storyline, and as always I'm up for any suggestions for things you'd like to see. I hope you enjoy, and that these one-shots provide a bit of sweetness in your days when I update.
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Harry decides it's in the little things, the way she tilts her head to one side when she's trying to decide how to nicely tell someone they're being an idiot, how her eyes soften when she's holding a baby, how her tone of voice becomes all the more musical when she's playing with the grandchildren, how her hand searches out his anytime they walk side by side.
He's watching her as they help to load grandchildren into car seats and plastic containers full of food into children's hands. Her red hair has streaks of silver and white running through it now; her eyes have laugh lines surrounding them. The dark circles under her eyes that their children gave her have receded a small amount, but he knows they still keep her up at night, just for different reasons now. Her smile is just as radiant, maybe more so now than when he first realized he loved her. And damn it, he still blushes when she catches him staring at her. But she winks at him and continues on with getting everyone off as if it didn't faze her.
Harry chuckles as the cars drive off and they stand on the front porch waving. He casually wraps an arm around her waist and she instinctively leans into him. As the last car turns out of sight she sighs.
"When did we get old enough to have grandchildren?" Her hand wraps around him and she links her fingers through his belt loop.
Harry chuckles, "Technically the day we started marrying off our children."
Ginny groans and presses her head into Harry's shoulder, "When did we get old enough to have children."
Harry laughs, "You really don't want me to answer that question love."
Ginny chuckles as they walk back inside "See! We're too immature to have grown babies with babies!"
Harry gives her an affronted scoff, "I'll have you know I'm considered distinguished in my field."
She tilts her head at him and Harry bursts out laughing.
"But I am your idiot, dear." He laughs as he leans down to kiss her.
Ginny laughs with him as they snuggle on the couch, watching the twilight give way to nightfall.
"I still love you, you know," Harry whispers after a time, the side table lamp their only light.
Ginny turns and smiles up at him, "And I still love you." Then she kisses him, a gentle familiar kiss, the kind of kiss that feels like home. "We're not that old, are we?" She asks quietly, her tone almost wistful.
Harry smiles down at her, "We are only as old as we choose to act, Gin."
She grins mischievously at him, "And what if tonight we decided to act like we were 30 again?"
Harry's smirk is wide and he runs a hand along her side, "I can do 30 in some areas, but for others, you'll need to settle for 50."
Ginny's laugh crashes against him as she slants her lips over his. As Harry loses himself in her familiarity he's sure that it's the little things that have kept their love burning for this long, and will keep it burning forever.
